posted on Dec, 31 2005 @ 02:48 AM
Hello everyone.. I'm a new member to these boards, and I hope this is the right place to seek help. My issues are (from recent searches) one of the
most common and one of the most controversial claims people make. I fully respect anyone who holds their due suspicions (I know I would), but please
don't be nasty. On a side note, I do infact have a mild case of paranoia, but not of the kind where my mind makes these things up. The ocasional
chill, feeling of being watched, things like that.
A few weeks ago, I had an.. Encounter with something that would qualify as a "Grey". This was not a pleasent one, which involved neither them
harming me or an abduction. Infact, I may have given them the wrong idea about earth. It started after a bit of bourbon had gotten into my system, and
I had fallen asleep.
I woke up, and my heater was on. I had it turned off when I was asleep and set to come on in the morning, and it was still pitch dark outside. I woke
up feeling hot, which is a new experiance for me in this season. So I stirred, grumbled and sat up to find the classical "grey" staring at me. It
took my brain a few seconds to 'click' and relize what it was, but I reflexivly yelped and jekred back. The thing just stared at me when I drew my
fist back and took a swing at where the temple would be on a person, and dear god do I regret that. It was like punching a brick wall, only alot
colder. The thing didn't so much as flinch, and it was at that point I tried to get up and run like hell. I got up and took about three steps before
my knees locked and I fell face first onto what seemed to be a half eaten PB&J sandwich. But, never the less I woke up in the morning with the
sandwich still on my face, but back in bed. My clothes were folded neatly over an office chair, and my hand was swollen. (I now know I broke knuckles
and have a bruise across the entire front of my hand.)
So I drove into town, checked in with the clinic to see if I was really that crazy, got my hand looked at, etc. So I was making a fairly big deal of
this, talked to the local sheriff. She said she'd see if the paper would say anything about it. Thigns are pretty slow around where I live, so this
would certainly be something better then the state fair's going ons. However, this never happened. The editor had talked to someone in a big national
rag (didn't specifiy which one or who) and just called the story off. Didn't give a reason, just said "I can't publish this.." and hung up.
I just figured that this was because of the above mentioned paranoia making the whole thing less then credible. I figured this was a pretty reasonable
aittitude to have, and let it go. But I still went to the local 'crackpot' to ask his advice. He gave me some pitures of what looked like a cigar
flying over my house, what he insisted was an 'alien' (really just a blurry nightvision picture of his backyard) and a couple other things like
that. He said he'd ask the 'higher ups' about my encounter, and thats when I encountered trouble.
About a week after he did, a black sedan pulled up infront of my house, and what looked like an MP got out. I let him in, and he asked for the
pictures and that I stop talking about the incident I had. After I asked to know what branch he was with and see a badge, the guy got loud and drew
his sidearm. He put the pistol on the table and said something to the gist of "Not many people live out here. It would take a while for anyone to
find you if something bad happened." But I kept a cool head and picked a shotgun off my gun rack and set it on the table as well, and gave an equally
threatening reply. At this point things got worse, much so. He named my mother and where she lived, and said that the area she was in is a dangerous
I gave the pictures up and gagged myself from speaking about the incident. Can someone help me get heads or tales of this?